Delhi se Mumbai ki raat bhar ki Rajdhani mein 29 saal ki $name1 aur ek ajnabi Aman ke beech ka parda sirf ek coupe ke darwaze tak nahi ruka.
$name1 29 saal ki thi aur ek MNC mein HR manager thi. Uski shaadi ko paanch saal hue the, par pichhle ek saal se uske pati ke saath bistar thanda pad chuka tha. Woh har raat late aata, phone mein ghusa rehta, aur hafte mein ek baar bhi chhoo le to badi baat thi.
Is baar use office ke kaam se Mumbai jaana tha. Flight ke tickets nahi mile to usne Rajdhani ka First AC coupe book kiya. Do berth wala chhota kamra, apna darwaza, apni duniya.
Shaam paanch baje woh New Delhi station pahunchi. Neeli jeans, safed kurti, khule baal. Kurti uske bhare hue mammon par kasi thi aur jeans uski gol gaand par.
Coupe ka darwaza khola to andar pehle se ek aadmi baitha tha. Lagbhag 32 saal ka, halki daadhi, grey t-shirt jisme uski mazboot baahein saaf dikh rahi thi. Woh kitaab padh raha tha.
“Hi, main Aman,” usne muskura ke haath badhaaya. “Lagta hai hum dono saath safar karenge.”
$name1 thoda jhijhki. Kisi ajnabi aadmi ke saath ek band coupe mein raat bitaani thi. Par Aman ki muskaan mein kuch bharosemand tha.
Train chali. Shuru mein dono chup rahe. Phir chai aayi, aur baatein shuru hui. Aman ek photographer tha, Mumbai mein ek shoot ke liye ja raha tha. Single tha. Usne duniya ghoomi thi. Woh hansaata tha, sunta tha, aur uski aankhein har baar $name1 ki aankhon mein thodi der zyada tikti thi.
Dinner tak dono aise baatein kar rahe the jaise purane dost ho. $name1 ne usse apni shaadi ke baare mein bhi bata diya — woh baat jo usne kisi saheli ko bhi nahi batayi thi.
“Tumhare pati bewakoof hain,” Aman ne seedha kaha. “Agar meri biwi tumhare jaisi hoti, to main use ek raat bhi akela nahi chhodta.”
$name1 ka chehra garam ho gaya. Usne nazrein jhuka li, par uske hothon par muskaan thi.
Raat das baje attendant ne bistar laga diye aur lights dheemi kar di. Aman ne darwaza andar se lock kiya. “Taaki koi disturb na kare,” usne kaha.
$name1 ne kapde badle — ek patli satin ki nightie jo uske ghutno tak aati thi. Andar sirf panty thi. Jab woh bathroom se lauti, to Aman ki nazar uspar jam gayi. Patle kapde mein uske nipples ki shakal saaf dikh rahi thi.
Dono apni-apni berth par let gaye. Lights band. Sirf khidki se bahar ke station ki kabhi-kabhi aati raushni. Train ki dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak.
$name1 ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein Aman ki baatein ghoom rahi thi. Aur uski baahein. Uski chut mein ek garmi si phail rahi thi. Usne dheere se apna haath nightie ke andar daala aur panty ke upar se khud ko sehlaaya.
“Neend nahi aa rahi?” saamne ki berth se Aman ki dheemi awaaz aayi.
$name1 jam gayi. Kya usne dekh liya? “Nahi… train mein aadat nahi hai.”
“Mujhe bhi nahi,” Aman ne kaha. Phir ek lamba saknaata. Phir: “$name1… main sach kahun? Mujhe neend isliye nahi aa rahi kyonki main sirf tumhare baare mein soch raha hoon.”
$name1 ka dil zor se dhadka. Ek pal ke liye usne socha — shaadi, pati, sab kuch. Phir usne socha ki pichhli baar kisi ne use aise kab chaaha tha.
“To soch kyon rahe ho,” usne dheere se kaha. “Idhar aa jao.”
Aman uthe aur uski berth ke kinare baith gaye. Train ki halki raushni mein dono ne ek doosre ko dekha. Phir Aman ne jhuk kar uske hoth choom liye.
Chumban dheema tha, naram, jaise woh poochh raha ho. $name1 ne jawab mein uski gardan mein baahein daali aur use apne upar kheench liya. Chumban gehra ho gaya. Train ki hilti hui chaal unke badan ko ek doosre se ragad rahi thi.
Aman ka haath uski nightie ke upar se uske mamme par aaya aur use dheere se dabaaya. $name1 ne siskari bhari. Ek saal baad kisi aadmi ka haath uske badan par tha, aur uska poora badan jaise jaag gaya.
Aman ne nightie ki patli patti kandhe se neeche sarkaai. Uska ek mamma bahar aaya — gora, bhara, gulaabi-bhoora nipple tana hua. Aman ne use munh mein liya aur dheere-dheere choosne laga, jeebh se nipple ko chhedte hue.
“Aahh… Aman…” $name1 ne uske baal pakad liye.
Aman ne doosri patti bhi giraayi aur dono mamme nange kar diye. Woh baari-baari dono ko choosta, chaatta, aur masalta raha. $name1 ki kamar apne aap upar uthne lagi.
Uska haath Aman ke pajame par gaya. Andar uska lund sakht aur bada tha. $name1 ne pajama neeche kheencha aur use bahar nikaala. Andhere mein bhi woh uska mota-pan mehsoos kar sakti thi. Uske pati se kahin zyada bada.
“Kitna mota hai,” usne fusfusaaya, use sehlaate hue.
“Tumhare liye,” Aman ne kaha.
Aman ne uski nightie poori utaar di. Phir uski panty ki elastic pakad kar dheere-dheere neeche kheenchi, uski jaanghon se, ghutno se, pairon se. Ab $name1 bilkul nangi thi, ek chalti train mein, ek ajnabi ke saamne. Is khayal se hi uski chut aur geeli ho gayi.
Aman neeche khiska. Usne uski jaanghon ko choomna shuru kiya, andar ki taraf, dheere-dheere upar. $name1 tadap rahi thi. Phir uski saans uski chut par mehsoos hui, aur phir uski jeebh.
$name1 ne apna haath munh par rakh liya taaki cheekh bahar na jaaye. Aman uski chut ko aise chaat raha tha jaise bhookha ho — lambi chaal mein, phir daane par tez-tez, phir jeebh andar ghusa kar. Usne do ungliyan andar daali aur ek khaas jagah ko ragadne laga.
Train ek station se guzri aur ek pal ke liye raushni andar aayi. $name1 ne dekha — Aman ka sir uski jaanghon ke beech, uski aankhein upar use dekhti hui. Woh nazaara dekh kar hi woh jhad gayi, kaanpte hue, haath ke peeche dabi hui cheekh ke saath.
Aman upar aaya aur use chooma. $name1 ne uske hothon par apna swaad chakha.
Phir woh uthi aur Aman ko berth par litaya. Uske lund ke paas jhuki aur use munh mein le liya. Train ki har jhatke ke saath lund uske gale mein thoda aur andar jaata. Woh choosti rahi, haath se sehlaati rahi, jab tak Aman ki saansen bhaari na ho gayi.
“$name1… ab mujhe tumhare andar aana hai.”
$name1 uske upar chadh gayi. Berth patli thi, jagah kam thi, par usse farak nahi pada. Usne uska lund pakda, apni chut par ragda, aur dheere-dheere uspar baith gayi.
“Uffff…” dono ke munh se ek saath nikla.
Aman ka lund use itna bhar raha tha ki ek pal ke liye woh hil bhi nahi payi. Phir usne dheere-dheere kamar hilaani shuru ki. Aur tabhi use samajh aaya — train khud unhe chod rahi thi. Har jhatke par lund aur andar jaata, har mod par uski chut ragadti.
Usne train ki taal pakad li — dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak — aur usi taal par uchhalne lagi. Aman ne uske mamme pakad liye aur neeche se dhakke maarne laga.
“Haan… aise hi… chod mujhe Aman… ek saal se kisi ne nahi choda…” $name1 ab sharm bhool chuki thi.
Aman ne use ghuma kar neeche kiya aur uski ek taang upar wali berth ki seedhi par tika di. Ab woh poori tarah khuli thi. Aman ne gehre, zordaar dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Coupe mein unki chudai ki thap-thap train ki dhak-dhak mein mil gayi.
“Zor se… aur zor se… faad de meri chut…”
Aman ne uski kalaaiyan pakad kar uske sir ke upar daba di aur pagalon ki tarah pelne laga. $name1 ki aankhein ulat gayi aur woh doosri baar jhadi, uski chut lund ko baar-baar nichodti hui.
Phir Aman ne use khada kiya aur khidki ke saamne ghodi bana diya. Bahar andhere mein khet aur gaon bhaag rahe the. $name1 ne khidki ke sheeshe par haath tikaaye. Aman ne peeche se lund andar ghusaaya aur uski kamar pakad kar pelne laga.
“Dekho bahar,” Aman ne uske kaan mein kaha. “Poori duniya so rahi hai, aur tum yahan chud rahi ho.”
Woh khayal $name1 ko pagal kar gaya. Uski saans se sheesha dhundhla ho gaya. “Aman… andar chhod do… please…”
Aman ne uske mamme peeche se pakde, aakhri kuch gehre dhakke maare, aur phir garaj ke saath uski chut mein apna garam maal bhar diya. $name1 teesri baar jhadi, uski taangein kaanpi aur woh Aman ki baahon mein dheeli pad gayi.
Dono ek hi patli berth par chipak kar let gaye, pasine se bheege, train ki lori sunte hue.
Raat mein ek baar aur unki aankh khuli. Aman ka lund phir se uski gaand par sakht dab raha tha. $name1 ne bina kuch kahe apni taang thodi upar ki, aur Aman ne peeche se dheere se use andar daal diya. Is baar koi jaldi nahi thi — sirf dheeme, aalsi dhakke, train ki chaal ke saath, jab tak dono chupchaap ek saath jhad nahi gaye.
Subah Borivali aane se pehle $name1 ki aankh khuli. Aman uske baal sehla raha tha.
“Mumbai mein kitne din ho?” usne poocha.
“Teen din,” $name1 ne muskura ke kaha. “Aur mera hotel Bandra mein hai.”
Aman ne uske kandhe ko chooma. “Mera shoot bhi Bandra mein hai.”
Train Mumbai Central mein ruki. Dono alag-alag utre, jaise ajnabi. Par $name1 ke phone mein ek naya number save tha, aur uske badan mein ek aisi garmi thi jo ek saal se nahi thi.